For the last year or so, Lufthansa has been struggling. Multiple warning lights are permanently displayed on her dash. The tailgate is a public safety hazard. And I’ve become a professional pit crew who can jump start her car in 10 seconds flat. Sometimes twice in one day. I did in fact buy myself new hood hydraulics for Christmas, so I wouldn’t have to actually use my PVC pipe prop in the parking lot at work while jumping my car. I mean I do have some semblance of pride.
But unfortunately my ‘Good girl, Lufty!’s’ and ‘Atta girl’s’ are not achieving quite the desired reliability when it comes to the exciting Russian roulette that is my morning date with an ignition. On James’ birthday there was a bit of an “incident.” I’d tell you more, but that entire day really deserves it’s very own post.
We just got back from almost a full week in Pennsylvania, and then another five days in New York. Twelve days sitting in the driveway? Pit crew– Take your positions.
Shockingly. Shockingly, The Rat Mobile started right up. She knows she’s on borrowed time. I mean she emanates insecurity. But I recognize this rally for the Hail Mary that it is. Shhhh, I hope she didn’t hear me say that.
“Good job Lufty! Goooooood girl for starting. Such a good girl.”